Date: Fri, 3 Dec 1999 20:35:14 EST
From: lictor (at) aol (dot) com
Subject: NSYNC-lance-n-jc 17
'N SYNC: LANCE 'N' JC
CHAPTER 17
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Usual disclaimer applies: This is a work of fiction. It is not meant to
imply anything about the orientation, beliefs or anything else about the
real members of 'N Sync, the Backstreet Boys, or anyone else depicted
here. If you are under 18, or are offended by graphic depictions of
homosexual relationships, please go back now.
Story content copyright 1999 T. Kevin.
Comments please email me at lictor (at) aol (dot) com
----
Tears in his eyes, Nick plowed through the throng of dancers. 'I
fucked up again! Why do I keep doing this! Justin was my friend and I've
embarassed him, and I've pissed off Kevin too... god I want to die!' Half-
blinded, he felt strong hands grip his arms even before he realized that he
had run smack into Kevin. The blond's pleading gaze met the angry, hurt
glare of his lover, and suddenly they might as well have been alone in that
club full of people.
Neither spoke for a long moment, then Kevin's expression softened
ever-so-slightly. "Left's go home, Nick." He said tiredly. He led the youngest
Backstreet Boy off the dance floor, ignoring the stares as they passed.
When they got to a quieter spot near the bar, Nick managed to
venture a question. "Where's Howie and AJ?"
"Howie's upstairs. I don't know where AJ is, but he can go to hell for
all I care." Kevin looked past Nick out at the crowd.
"Don't blame AJ, Kev, I asked for it!"
"He should know better by now. Once you start drinking -- or doing
other things -- you don't know when to stop. That stuff is dangerous. Do
you realize what you were doing? Practically fucking Timberlake right
there in front of everyone!"
"Uh, we could say I was trying to disprove those rumors that our
groups don't get along?" Nick smiled crookedly up and him and sniveled.
But Kevin only rolled his eyes. "That's not even funny. I want you to
stay away from them! And jeez, clean yourself up -- your nose is running!"
He pulled out a handkerchief and shoved it at Nick.
"Well, at least Brian wasn't here."
"He'll hear about it, I'm sure. And he'll be back in town tomorrow."
Kevin was not looking forward to facing his cousin's infamous temper.
----
Tired of getting mauled by the crowd, JC leapt onto the dance
platform with Joey and Gray. After introducing himself to the young
woman, he turned to Joey. "So what went down here?" He asked his red-
headed friend, having to yell as 'Tribal Dance' segued into a heavily
remixed version of 'Total Eclipse of the Heart.'
"What is this, oldies night?" Gray asked no one in particular.
"Hey I like this song!" JC protested. Did you ever see the original
video with Bonnie Tyler? It rocked!"
"Let's go to the bar where it's not quite so loud, okay?" Joey shouted.
They made it to an upstairs bar and sat down. JC ordered a water,
Gray got a coke and Joey got something that sort of glowed blue.
"So, spill." JC urged.
"Well... Nick was acting kind of crazy, and Justin let him get a little
carried away." Joey shrugged. "I guess I should have done something
before it got as bad as it did."
"How bad was it -- I didn't see." JC looked from one to the other.
"Well, they were kind of..." Joey trailed off and looked at Gray.
"Uh, well, it was sort of... Justin was dancing like this..." She stood up,
closed her eyes, held her arms up and started gyrating her hips.
"And, uh, Nick came up behind him like this..." Joey danced up
behind Gray and put on hand on her waist, and they started rocking and
hip-thrusting in unison, both smiling at JC's increasingly alarmed
expression.
"Then, Nick started to put his hands on Justin, uh and they..." Joey
hesitated, grinning.
"STOP!" JC held up his hands. I don't want to see or hear any more!"
"I'm thinking we'll need to crank up the 'Justin dating Britney'
rumors again after this, big time!" Joey laughed.
"No doubt!" JC grimaced. "Well, I hope Justin is okay. I guess he was
rebounding from the Terry thing."
"He really does like Terry a lot." Joey said seriously.
"I know." JC pressed his lips together. "But I don't think they've
spoken in a couple of weeks. Johnny wants to go forward with this web
journal thing, and if Terry isn't on board we need to get someone else, fast.
"Maybe it's none of my business..." Gray interjected, "But who is
Terry? Does Justin have a girlfriend for real? I assume it's not Britney
Spears."
"Uh, well, no." Joey looked at the floor.
"It's really kind of private." JC tried to nod and smile in a friendly
manner.
"Okay, sorry. It isn't any of my business, you're right." She smiled.
Hey Joey, I need you to go with me tomorrow to run an errand." JC
changed the subject quickly.
"Sure, man, where are we goin?"
"I'll tell you later." JC smiled.
Gray finished her Coke and looked around. "Well, I had a wonderful
time, Joey, but I should be getting back to the hotel before my family
thinks I was kidnapped by 'N Sync."
"I'll walk you to the tram." Joey stood up.
"I'm ready to go too. Joey; I'll meet you at the main entrance, ok?" JC
stood with them.
----
Sunday morning Lance and Justin were up early and went to church
together while Chris and JC slept in. Lance felt a little guilty that he hadn't
been to services in a while, and his mother had been gently scolding him
about it lately. He could tell that she also knew that something was going
on in his life that he wasn't telling her about, but she was waiting for him
to share. He felt guilty about that, too; he always felt he could talk to his
mom about almost anything, but he just wasn't ready to tell her he was
gay.
On their way to the church he made some phone calls for Justin, then
for a while they rode in silence.
Finally the younger boy spoke. "Do you think I'm doing the right
thing?"
Lance thought for a moment. "Your method is unorthodox, but I think
what you are doing is the right thing for you. You have to know, one way
or the other."
"Thanks, Scoop." Justin glanced over at his friend with a smile. "And
thanks for helping me out; I owe you."
"Hey, you'd do the same for me."
"Are your parents coming to see us off Wednesday for the tour?"
"No," Lance frowned, "Mom can't get away from school. And you
know my dad, he's just not as into it. If mom doesn't come, he won't"
"Do you know when you are gonna tell them?"
"You mean about me and Josh?"
Justin nodded, frowning absently at the traffic as he zipped through
a yellow light.
"No. I'm scared, especially about my father. I have a feeling that
mom already suspects, deep down, that I might be gay. But dad.... I don't
think he is going to take it well at all. He's more conservative."
"I'm sorry, Lance. I think I was lucky with my mom."
"Yeah, she was great. And she has been so cool about JC and me. And,
Curly, so have you." Lance touched Justin on the shoulder. "I wanted to tell
you how much I appreciated how you've treated us lately. You're a great
friend."
"Thanks, Scoop, that means a lot. I'm happy for you guys, I really am.
Well, here we are. Maybe we can sneak into the balcony without too much
of a commotion."
They got out of Justin's vehicle and straightened their clothes.
"How do I look?" The curly-headed youth held out his arms.
"Very nice, you look good in a suit. Armani?" Lance cocked an
eyebrow appraisingly, then straightened Justin's tie.
"Yup yup!:
"Shields?" Lance pulled out his Ray-bans and put them on.
"Shields up!" Justin whipped out a pair of Oakleys and placed them
on his head. Together the friends made their way to the church.
----
Sunday night, after a day of just relaxing with their friends, JC and
Lance had turned in early. But when they got to the bedroom, JC wasn't in
a mood to sleep.
"Poofu, Poofu, where are you? Please come out and play..." He
playfully tickled Lance the moment the door was closed
"Josh-Josh! Don't start with that!" Lance giggled, trying without much
success to defend himself from JC's fingers.
JC slid his hand over the front of Lance's sweat pants and grabbed
his cock through the soft material. "I found Poofu!" he crowed
triumphantly.
"Stop it, man!" Lance shuddered in with pleasure, despite his
objections.
JC grinned wickedly. "I think it's a perfect name. Now I can sing the
song and it will have a whole new meaning. "Look, Poofu is happy and
wants to play!" He stroked Lance's hardening dick roughly through his
pants.
They both burst out in giggles as JC pushed Lance backwards onto
the bed and straddled him, then they grew quiet as they looked into each
others' eyes, both smiling.
"You know what?" JC asked, leaning down so his face was inches from
Lance's. His fingers interlaced with the blond's and he pulled Lance's arms
over his head.
"What?" Lance asked, still smiling.
"I think you..." He wriggled himself against Lance's hardness. "...are
just about the cutest guy on earth."
Feeling himself redden at the compliment, Lance could only smile
and close his eyes in embarrassment.
"And I think..." JC lowered himself so his lips were brushing Lance's
ear and continued in a softer, breathier voice, "It's time for you to be the
top guy." Lance didn't respond verbally, but JC could feel his lover's cock
pulse even harder against his thigh.
He undressed Lance slowly, teasing off each article of clothing. At the
same time Lance caressed JC through his t-shirt and shorts, tenderly
kissing his neck and arms and hands. Finally Lance was down to his boxers
and JC stripped quickly to his underwear, then crawled onto the bed next
to his blond lover. They pulled each other close and kissed, their tongues
battling playfully as they enjoyed their closeness. Both were fully hard,
and their cocks rubbed against each other, though still separated by layers
of cloth.
Finally Lance couldn't wait any longer: he reached inside JC's boxers
and wrapped his hand around his lovers hard dick. He gently milked it
with one hand while yanking Josh's boxers down with the other.
"Oh James, yeah that feels nice..." JC whimpered, his dick swelling
under Lance's ministrations.
Then the blond went straight for his manhood, taking the head in his
mouth while still stroking the shaft.
"Ohh god..." JC groaned. Not to be outdone, he freed Lance's cock and
twisted around so he could take it in his mouth at the same time.
They pleasured each other this way for some time, teasing, licking,
stroking, until JC raised his head to look at his lover. "I want you. I want
you inside me James." He growled.
By now Lance was so worked up he didn't argue. Instead he moved
to face JC and kissed him. "I'm ready." He whispered.
JC fumbled for the tube of lubricant, then pushed Lance on his back.
He put a generous amount on Lance's cock, stroking him slowly to spread
the liquid. Lance whimpered as the cool lube coated him. JC lubed his ass
as well as he could, then pulled Lance on top of him. He spread his legs,
feeling Lance's huge cock slide under his balls and between his ass cheeks.
"Make love to me James." He whispered.
Lance raised up and put JC's legs on his shoulders, then aimed
himself between his lovers as cheeks. He was trembling, though whether
from nervousness or excitement, he wasn't sure. The thought of fucking JC
was exciting... he aimed his flaring cock head at the tiny pucker of Josh's
ass and pushed. There was a moment of resistance, then he felt the head
pass JC's sphincter.
JC winced; the pain was terrible. But he willed himself to breathe, to
try to relax. This was James, the man he loved more than anything. He
opened his eyes and saw the worry in Lance's expression.
Lance stopped when he felt JC tense and gasp. "Josh please, let's not
do it if it's going to hurt you so much." He whispered, placing his hand
tenderly on JC's cheek. He could feel moisture from tears of pain.
"No, babe, it's okay, I think the worst is over. C'mon, give me some
more." He played his hands on Lance's muscular glutes and pulled.
Lance allowed himself to be guided forward and a few more inches
slipped into JC's stretched ass.
"Ohhhh, yeah." JC threw his head back and groaned. It still hurt, but
already there was another feeling too. Encouraged he kept urging his over
on... and on... until he felt Lance's hips against his ass. James was all the
way inside him. They both took a moment to rest, the room silent except
for their labored breathing.
Lance thought for a moment that he would either cum right then and
there or just pass out, the feeling was so intense. Entering him had been
incredible as his length passed along JC's tight anal ring, and now his ass
was like a warm sleeve wrapped around his penis. But it was more than
that Ñ much more. To look down into his lover's eyes, see the emotions
play across his expressive face: love, desire, and unfortunately even some
pain. Lance hated to see that he was hurting JC, but part of him was also
thinking 'he loves me so much he's willing to feel some discomfort for my
pleasure'. It made the experience even more emotional for Lance.
He didn't know for how long he stayed like that, but then he felt JC's
long fingers tracing across his heaving chest, then around to his hips.
"Are you going to stay like that all night or are you going to fuck me,
lover?" JC asked teasingly.
Lance was glad for the dim light because he could feel himself
blushing. Josh talking that way still shocked him a little but it also turned
him on... kind of... "It just feels so good inside you," he growled in his deep
voice. "I was letting you get used to me."
In answer JC wrapped his legs around Lance's back, forcing the blond
youth a fraction even further into his straining tunnel. "I'm ready, James.
Make love to me."
Not needing any more encouragement, Lance rocked his hips back
and pulled partway out, then eased in again. Lance felt JC's tight ass-ring
slide along his length as he pushed; the sensation was incredible. Both of
them groaned as his hard manhood re-entered JC, slowly going in all the
way to his thick base.
It took a few minutes, but they got into a slow rhythm of long
strokes. JC gripped Lance's ass and pulled with every thrust, determined to
show that he was as into it as his lover.
The truth was, Lance hurt like hell -- at least at first. As desperately
as he wanted to please Lance, Joshua thought he wasn't going to be able to
take it when it first went in him. But as their lovemaking went on, the pain
faded to a burning, and there was a strangely pleasurable feeling
associated with Lance thrusting deep inside him. It seemed like his lover's
penis stroked something inside his gut that triggered an extraordinary
feeling through his whole body.
After a minute or so his own cock got hard again. Lance tried to
stroke him, but JC gently pushed his hand away. Instead he pulled Lance
down to kiss him. That was enough just then: to kiss his lover and be with
him like this, giving him pleasure. A sore butt he could live with.
Actually it wasn't more than a few minutes later when Lance started
breathing harder, and he started thrusting faster. Then he paused, "Josh,
I'm getting close, should I stop?"
JC looked up at him with a quizzical expression. "Why? It's not like
you're gonna get me pregnant! Give it to me man!" And he clenched his
sphincter muscle around Lance's cock, making the blond gasp. He hooked
his ankles around the small of Lance's back and pulled.
Lance thrust hard into JC's ass and started pumping more rapidly
again. They were slamming into each other, grunting in unison louder and
louder until with a long guttural groan, Lance collapsed on top of him,
gasping for air. JC felt Lance deep inside him, pulsing with his orgasm.
Lance was so overcome that all he could do was whimper and hold
on to his lover with all his strength. To lie here joined with JC, both of them
drenched with sweat and gasping for air... he wanted to keep this perfect
moment of oneness.
Then he realized... "You didn't cum." he whispered in JC's ear.
"I'll cum later, just hold on to me. That's all I want." JC gasped,
running his fingers lovingly through Lance's sweat-soaked hair.
"But I want you to cum too, man, it's not fair..." Lance frowned.
JC laughed, a difficult action with Lance on top of him -- and in him.
The blond's huge penis was still hard inside his ass. "I'll get my turn, Scoop,
just hold me please. It's really all I want okay?" He looked earnestly into
Lance's eyes.
"I just want to make you feel good too." Lance pouted.
Joshua smiled and closed his eyes, then he shivered from head to
toe. "I DO feel good, I feel wonderful. You make me feel... incredible." He
still had his legs wrapped around Lance and pulled on him gently.
"You know all the right things to say." Lance said, still feeling a little
guilty. "Are you cold? Do you want to cover up?"
"Oh stop it!" JC playfully wriggled underneath Lance. "I'm fine, please
don't worry. Just lay your head down..." He guided Lance's head onto his
chest... "And relax. All I want is to feel your hot body on top of me. We
have all our lives together, I promise."
Lance sighed, his chest aching with emotion. 'Don't cry again, you
baby!' He thought angrily to himself, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment.
'But this, this is unbelievable. This must be right,' he thought. Then he
whispered "I love you, Joshua Chasez."
JC stroked Lance's sweaty hair. "I Love you, too, James. I love you so
much."
They stayed like that for a while just holding each other. JC kept
tightening his sphincter muscles, getting little shivers of pleasure from
Lance for his efforts -- and the blond returned to full hardness inside him.
"Josh..." Lance whispered, "You're driving me crazy doing that."
"I was hoping I was." JC smiled. Can you go again?"
For an answer Lance gave a little push, raking along JC's sensitive
prostate.
"Baby what a stud you are." JC hugged him. Then he started to sit up
and rolled forward. He pushed Lance onto his back while he rode up so he
was straddling his lover, keeping Lance inside him.
"This is fun." Lance smiled up at him. "I can just lie back and let you
do the work!"
"You got it babe." JC smiled as he leaned back and pushed himself
down onto Lance's cock. It went deep inside him and he sighed with
pleasure.
Lance was even more vocal, letting out a long groan. "Oh god, Josh..."
JC grasped his own hardening cock and began to stroke it as he rode
up and down on Lance's hardness. The dual sensations were so intense that
he had to stop pumping his own dick for fear of cumming too soon.
Unable to just lie still, Lance caressed JC's chest and ridged abs, and
every time the lean youth would settle down on him Lance would rock his
hips up just a little, sending his large cock that much further into his lover.
They tried to go slow, but even though it was Lance's second time, it
wasn't long before he was breathing in short gasps and clutching at JC's
thighs, obviously nearing his climax.
Josh began to work his own pulsing dick again. "Tell me when you're
close, and we'll come together." He whispered.
Lance, his head thrown back on the pillow and fingers digging into
JC's muscular legs, could only nod. He was close, and it was more intense
than the first time, but it seemed to go on and on... the aching pleasure
increasing with every thrust. Finally he knew he was almost there and
managed to say through clenched teeth. "I'm gonna... soon..."
JC moved faster, and in seconds he felt the orgasm rush through his
body. His back arched and his sphincter tightened around Lance. His cum
shot over the blond's face and chest in spurt after spurt. Josh forgot where
he was and let out a cry of raw animal ecstasy.
At the same time Lance thrust up with all his strength and let out a
choked gasp as JC clamped down on him, squeezing a load from his aching
cock.
Completely out of breath, JC collapsed onto Lance. They lay in a
sweat-soaked tangle, chests heaving.
"Oh my god..." Lance finally gasped. "I think I had a religious
experience."
"Gee, was I that good?" JC whispered, his lips against Lance's ear.
"Indescribable." He hugged Josh against him. "Are you okay?"
JC laughed quietly. "Um, in case you didn't notice while you were
blacking out, I had a good time too, baby."
"Oh, yeah." Lance smiled up at him. "There does seem to be evidence
of that all over my chest."
"I think it's in your hair too." JC grinned.
"Ew! It'll be all sticky!" Lance wrinkled his nose but smiled.
"Oh thanks! Come on, we'll wash it all out.
"Goody!" Lance wiggled his hips. "I get another shampoo too! I am so
lucky!"
JC sat up with a little grimace as Lance slipped out of him.
"Anything for you James. Of course, I won't be sitting down for a
week!"
Lance frowned. "I'm sorry! Why didn't you --"
"Kidding!" JC held up his hand. "You are just too easy to lay the guilt
on!" I'm fine! Let's shower so we can get back in bed... and cuddle."
----
Justin was lying awake in his bed. He could hear Lance and JC going
at it from across the hall. Justin felt kind of guilty listening, but at the
same time he thought they could at least try to me more quiet. Between
the bed squeaking and JC moaning... He wondered what it would be like to
have JC make love to him... Justin slipped his hand inside his boxers and
wrapped his fingers around his hardening cock. He closed his eyes and
began to stroke, wondering how big JC was... imagining Josh on top of him,
spreading his thighs...
The blond kicked his boxers off. Then as he opened his legs and slid
his other hand down to cup his balls, his fantasy shifted. The dark-haired
young man was no longer JC but Terry, leaning down to kiss him as he
stroked Justin's cock and then began to enter him... "Oh, yeah, Terry..." he
whispered, imagining the strong young man gently thrusting into his virgin
ass.
The singer let out a whimpering moan as he probed the puckered
entrance to his anus with a fingertip. He pumped himself faster and
pushed the finger in -- the sensation was electrifying. His hand moved
over his pulsing cock in long strokes in time with his thrusting finger, and
almost before he knew he was close, the orgasm washed over him. His
body arched up, every muscle tensing as his dick sent a glob of cum over
his body to splatter across his neck. The following pulses went all over his
chest and stomach as his entire body shook and writhed with the intense
feeling. "Jee-zus!" He whispered, gasping for air. "I'm a big mess."
----
"James... James..."
Lance wasn't sure which sensation woke him up: the touch of JC's lips
on his cheek, the sound of his lover's soft voice calling his name, or the
heavenly smells of bacon, coffee and French toast. He was sure of one
thing, though, it was a fabulous combination. He opened his eyes and found
himself looking at JC's smiling face.
"Hey, breakfast is getting cold."
Lance looked down and saw that sitting next to him was a tray with
his favorite food set out on it. "Oh Josh... you didn't have to..."
"But I wanted to, baby." JC interrupted. "I love doing things for my
man. Sorry there's no almond cappuccino; Lynn doesn't have an espresso
machine."
Lance smiled at his lover and scooted up in bed. "I'm sure I'll be fine.
God this is so sweet of you, Josh." He leaned over and gave him a kiss. "I
don't know what to say."
"Don't speak, eat!" JC grinned, obviously delighted with Lance's happy
reaction.
"What about you?" Lance asked, concerned.
"I had cereal with Justin; He said he had an early errand to run for
his mom. I have to admit he helped me with this. I'm not half the cook he
is.
"He'll make someone a fine wife some day!" Lance smiled as he
poured syrup over his toast, silently wishing Justin luck on his errand.
"This looks so good, you have to eat some."
"Well, maybe if you feed me, a bite or two." JC smiled shyly.
Lance cut off a piece and held out his fork to JC. A bit of syrup
dribbled on the brunet's chin. "Hm, let me get that." Lance leaned over and
gingerly licked up the syrup from JC's chin, then kissed him very tenderly.
"Thank you." He whispered. "This reminds me of our dinner in Hawaii." He
added with a smile and another kiss.
"Funny you should say that." JC whispered back, his gaze holding
Lance's for a moment before he looked down shyly. "I, um, I have
something for you this morning."
"More than breakfast in bed and a sweet kiss from a hot man? Who
could want more?" Lance popped another chunk of French toast in his
mouth with a grin.
"Look behind the coffee pot." JC said, sounding very serious. Then he
cleared his throat and looked away.
Lance's smile faded as he wondered what could make JC act so
strangely. He moved the thermos aside to find a very small black box tied
with ribbons. "Thanks, Josh, but my birthday isn't for two months." He
smiled, trying to lighten things as he picked up the box.
But JC was still looking away, now nervously picking at his cuticles.
"If, if you don't, um, like it, I understand, I mean if you..." His voice trailed
off and he looked up as Lance untied the ribbon and lifted the lid of the
little box.
"Oh, Josh." Lance said very quietly, his gaze moving from the object
in the box to meet the questioning look of his lover. His eyes brimmed with
tears and at the same time his mouth curled into a little smile.
JC lifted the breakfast tray out of the way and move closer to Lance.
"I feel so stupid, but I'm afraid to actually say it, to ask...I'm not even sure
how... or if we can... I mean, if you don't feel comfortable..." His words
stumbled out and finally trailed off as he looked timidly at Lance.
But Lance was just smiling at him, cradling the box. "I'm
overwhelmed. I guess I never really thought that we could, you know..."
"Well, legally, I don't know either, but there are ceremonies... I've
been looking on the web. And we don't have to actually do anything real
soon! We can wait as long as you want! I know we've only been a couple
for a month or so, but it just seemed like the right time, before things get
any more crazy with touring. I just... I love you so much and I wanted to
show it somehow..." JC finished his monologue and looked up again at
Lance, his eyes full of hope.
"You know what I'll say." Lance said with a reassuring smile.
"Well, I hope I do, so why am I so damn nervous?" JC cocked his
head and frowned.
"I dunno; it's awfully cute though." Lance said softly. He continued to
smile at JC, obviously unwilling to help Josh out of his predicament.
"Okay!" JC took one of Lance's hands in his and looked into his
beautiful green eyes. "Will you, would you... marry me?"
----
Terry sat staring at his monitor, still vaguely unhappy with the latest
revision of the web page. His finger twitched over the mouse... undecided
what to do. 'Nothing like a savings and loan website to make you flex your
design skills...'
He leaned back and stretched, trying to loosen his sore muscles. He
ached all over -- not surprising considering how he had pushed his body
the last few weeks. Every morning at the gym, almost every night at the
dojo sparring until he was battered and bruised. He knew he was
punishing himself, hoping to come home so exhausted that he would go
right to sleep and not even dream. It worked, most of the time.
He glanced at the calendar. March 1st. In two nights 'N Sync would
start their tour in Jacksonville. Justin... The thought of the singer caused a
little twinge of pain in his chest. It had been two weeks since Justin had
sent him all those roses and they had talked on the phone. Now the flowers
were dead and gone, but Terry couldn't get rid of his feelings for Justin so
easily.
Just then Jeremy came bouncing up to his cubicle. The receptionist
had gotten his black hair tipped blond, and today he was sporting big
silver hoops in his ears. "Terry, man, here's a FedEx package, morning
delivery. I guess it's important."
"Thanks, Jer." Terry smiled but barely looked up. "Nice hair."
"Thanks!" Jeremy ignored the sarcasm. "Hey, new FedEx guy, a real
hottie." Jeremy commented before heading back to his desk up front.
"Glad you're getting some scenery." Terry muttered, glancing at the
return address. Something from RCA? He tore it open and a CD case fell out.
On it was a sticky note which simply said "Audio CD, please play
immediately; need your feedback." Inside was a writable CD with no label.
Carolyn said he might be working on a new BMG related Classical web site,
maybe that had something to do with it, though he couldn't imagine why it
was so urgent. 'Beethoven and Mozart have been dead awhile; not like they
are about to release a new hit single...'
With a shrug Terry popped it in his CD drive, put on his headphones
and called up the CD player software. There was only one track,
informatively named 'Track 1." He clicked on 'play.' When he heard five
familiar voices begin to sing in wordless harmony, he almost stopped the
player... but he didn't. He recognized the song immediately, it had always
been one of his favorites: 'Together Again,' from the European release of 'N
Sync's album. Justin sang lead vocals in a voice full of yearning...
"How can I say that I love you
When you're so far away.
So tell me why you had to go,
Was it me, I need to know.
"What can I do to make you see
That I'm here, here for you.
I really hope that you'll come home
So we can be... together again
"What can I do to make you see
That I'm here, here for you.
I really hope that you'll come home
So we can be... together again..."
The tears started almost immediately, and Terry was still silently
crying when the music faded. He knew Justin must have sent this song. It
was touching, and it was so tempting to give in, to go back to him. But
Terry's logical side kept telling him it would never work out.
He was wiping his eyes when Jeremy appeared again at the entrance
to his cube.
"Uh, oh man I'm sorry to bother you..." He looked at Terry with
concern, "But that FedEx guy is back and says he needs your signature.
Apparently mine wasn't good enough." Jeremy added petulantly, rolling his
eyes and flipping his hand back.
"Can't you get rid of him?" Terry pleaded. He impatiently swiped at
his face with a sleeve. He knew he must look like shit. 'Nothing like crying
jags at work, sooo professional.' He thought angrily to himself.
In answer, Jeremy only scowled off to his side in the corridor, out of
Terry's range of vision. Then a hoarse voice said "Sorry, I need 'Terence
McLaren.'"
"Oh all right!" Terry stood. He could see the courier's orange and
purple hat over the six-foot wall, then stepped into the corridor. Jeremy
moved back as Terry reached for the clipboard, not even looking at the
courier.
The man jerked it away just as Terry was about to take it. He looked
up, ready to give the asshole a death-glare. Instead, his jaw dropped in
shock.
There, in a Federal Express uniform, was Justin Randall Timberlake,
grinning like a fool.
"I told you he was a hottie." Jeremy smirked, then practically
skipped down the hall.
To be continued...
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